Bar Tales - Man Meets Werewolf

One fine day I arrived early at the Tavern to set-up the equipment. We have a small group that plays sometimes. Not much money, but lots of good times. I felt, rather than knew there was somebody inside.. Now I knew there wasn't Supposed to be anybody in there.. And especially nobody who was plunking on.. My GUITAR!! This was worse than finding somebody in bed with your wife... Even though I wanted to run in and strangle whoever it was, caution prevailed. And a good thing too! As I cautiously opened the door (The hinges were as silent as a ghost for once. That in itself was unusual..) and peeked in. Somebody was sitting on stage, instrument in hand. The person was stroking it, playing nothing in particular. Then he struck a match.. and I forgot my own name. There, puffing a pipe into life was a WereWolf! The fangs bit into the mouthpiece. Black, doggish lips held the Meerschaum in place. Long claws attached to hairy fingers slid across the top, and he puffed for a moment. Blue, Almost human eyes stared into the flame for a moment.. Then, with a gesture that made me wince, put the flame out on his tongue.

He turned his head and spat the now dead match into the fireplace. My eyes adjusted to what little light there was, revealing a furry body, legs crossed. The being Did have a robe of sorts on. He reached over, turned the amp gain up, and started to play. I was almost thrown back out the door, as the muzzle opened.. And pain poured out. "Carry on, My Wayward Son.." The furred neck lifted, tilting the mouth up. ".. No More..." Grief rose to the ceiling. Then downward, shaking the grizzled head, as he went into the first riff. The being seemed oblivious to his surroundings, not even noticing when I came in plugging a second git-box in (Ever since a little incident, I keep a guitar locked up on the storeroom), and started playing rythem. And even though I joined in, I talked.. He SANG! With a touch of an English accent, misery flew to the rafters, wafted towards the floor. And in general made me feel like a Piker, First-Class..

As if That wasn't enough.. When he finished ripping my heart out, the creature started playing 'Spellbound'. "I have lost my memory. Baby, for the life of me..." I forgot to pick! Lower lip quavering, agony chased anguish across the wooden slats. "One look and I wear my heart upon my sleeve, One touch from you, And I just can't believe..." I felt the tears welling up. How could anything hurt so? And those furry fingers never missed a note. With one last flourish he sat, head bowed. I put my hand on his shoulder, in a comforting way.. "Have you come to finally end it?" The eyes looked at me. I almost fell off the stage. "What?!?" He sighed, standing. "No, You have no weapon.. I thank you for the use of your instrument.." The WereWolf turned, and started toward the door. Now, one of the First rules at Callahan's was: "Don't Pry. When they get good and ready, they will spill the beans.." Of course many Laws and Rules have been bent 'twixt those hallowed walls. And since we pattered ourselves after that legendary establishment, This place was no exception. And I wasn't about to let that tortured soul just walk out with no rhyme or reason as to why he felt so...

I am taller than most, but I didn't even come up to his shoulders, Hunched and all! So, I did the next best thing.. I slapped him on the back. "Come on. Life can't be all that bad.." The creature turned around.. And Kissed me! I fell back, sputtering. He looked down at me, a sad smile flickering across the being's features. "Tell me you didn't feel revulsion.." A Homosexual WereWolf. If that don't beat all.. I got up, and took a hairy paw. "Not at all. You just startled me.." That was the Second Biggest Lie I have ever told. "I am used to rejection." Those 4 words hit harder than if he had hauled off and smacked me. Without thinking I lashed back. "You expect me to wallow in Self-Pity with you? So You're Gay! At least you are alive! And healthy!" I paid for my arrogance. He turned, and walked out. Even though it was only a few steps to the parking lot, By the time I could get my feet to move, the WereWolf had vanished.. His words, spoken just above a whisper, now haunted me."You do not understand.. It is not pity, but fear that treads so heavily upon me.."

What was it like to be a creature of the dark? Did he too crave blood? We had a resident Vampire. And a damn good friend too.. I kicked myself, looking at the Sign. "Brotherhood Tavern. We welcome everyone." Well, almost.. Sighing, I made the stage ready. My heart skipped a beat, when a hand laid itself on my shoulder. "I believe I owe you an apology.." I looked at the 7-foot tall form. "As I said, I am used to rejection. Perhaps too used to it.." I laughed shakily, and asked him to help me with the equipment. Thereafter, He was a frequent visitor..

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He sometimes joined in our card games, But never for money. I always wondered why. Even Ralph played for money, although what a dog would do with it, I have no idea.. But, we respected his decision. Until one night.. I should have known better, but after my third mug of Old Bushmills (And giving my keys to John), I wasn't thinking too clearly. Long Drink and Doc were pretty much 'in the bag' as well. Which is exceptional, since Doc doesn't drink.. Well, occasionally. Anyway, Zane sat, sipping his Irish Coffee, and shuffling. Slowly.. That was a clue unto itself. Well, somebody brought up the fact that although playing for matches was ok, they would rather play for drinks. For once the WereWolf was in agreement. Another ominous warning. Did we listen? Hah! We sat, grinning to ourselves, for the pile of matches in front of the creature was somewhat larger than anyone else's.. And revenge being a universal feeling, we decided to recoup a small share of our pride. Nothing serious, mind, just a few dollars.. Or perhaps a Bar-Tab. Nah..

Ralph sat in awe, watching the long fingers manipulate the 'pasteboards'. "Please close your mouth, Love.. You're giving me Ideas." He grinned. and set them down in front of Doc. "Cut?" That worthy looked like a snake had reared up in front of him. Then smiled crookedly. "Sure.." And promptly made 20 little piles. Zane shoved the cuffs of his robe up to his elbows, to show us there were no cards hidden on him. "Nothin' Up My Sleeve..." A collective groan came from about 3 tables. Then he gathered all the piles up... And proceeded to deal each of us an Ace. Then a King. Then a Queen. Naming each Card as it came up. He stopped at the Ten. "That, Gentlemen, is why I NEVER Play for Money.. Let me know when you wish to play for matchsticks.." Then he snapped one of the afore-mentioned off his thumb, and lit his pipe with it. Stood, and took his empty mug back for a refill. We sat there, looking at the cards.. Ralph suddenly snapped his mouth shut. "Ideas?!?" We all fell on the floor.

I knew he was different, but I didn't understand why the being was so nervous until.. I closed up the bar and had stepped into the parking lot, When... "I am sorry, Bill, but I need.. I hunger.." Those same blue eyes that had looked at me countless times, showed the ragged edge of insanity. Except the pupils were now split, like a cat's. "I shall try to make this as fast, and as painless as possible.." The claws dug into my shoulders, as the WereWolf pressed his lips against mine. There was a momentary revulsion, washed away by pity as the creature fumbled at my belt. "You see, William, I am not like other Wolfen. I do not crave blood.." My trowsers puddled on the soft ground. "For a long time, I made do with animals. But, Society caught up with me.." The elastic in my underwear was stretched, and they too, fell. Claws grasped me gently, but insistently. "Too many houses. To many people.. Now, I must get my nourishment, as I shall from you.. By coercion, instead of volunteerism, or even Love.."

"I must ask you not to struggle or make too much noise.. I regret this, But the want is greater than my will..." He snarled, and knelt. One paw caressed my butt while the other held my cock up. Zane lapped on it, paying particular attention to the sensitive underside. Despite my loathing, as we were both males, My penis jerked to hardness in very little time. The creature continued slavering over it.. then pressed the seeping head to his lips. I moaned, as he pressed his muzzle forward, making my hard flesh slide into the warm mouth. This continued until fangs pressed themselves into my groin. Long fingers caressed my testicles, as the monster nuzzled my crotch, sucking hungerily. He bobbed, rapidly pumping his snout along my maleness. In no time, I felt an itch building under my nuts. The tongue wiggled against the underside of my cock-head... And I gasped, orgasm making me grit my teeth. The Wolf milked my churning balls for all the scum they could, drool running warmly down my scrotum, as he sucked with abandon. Another wave of pleasure hit, making me tilt my head back, and grab at the furry shoulders. I collapsed over the creature nursing at my groin.

Both paws dug into my butt, as the creature laid me on my back, still gulping my jism. I looked through slitted eyelids at the animal now gently cradling my shrinking dick in his warm mouth. With one last longing lick, he let it slide out, steaming. He patted the inside of one thigh. "I thank you.. But now I must go.. It was nice knowing you, Bill.." I looked at the downcast creature. "What do you mean 'was'?" He turned, startled. "Look guy. We have many people in there who do much worse than suck an occasional cock. If you had given me some warning, I would have found somebody.. Hell, If I knew you were That much in need, I would have volunteered.." He gave me a hand up. and brushed my back off. Then stood, head down. I felt like smacking him one. "Nothing to be ashamed about.. Just Tell somebody.. OK?" He nodded. I grinned, thinking about 'Trixie'. Now there's someone who would Really be turned on by Zane. "Come on. I'm thirsty.." I zipped up my pants. It had been a while since I had gotten my rocks off.. Way too long since my last BJ. The Wolf caught me as I tripped over a stone. He looked at me for a moment.. I grinned. Hmmm... What the hell.. One more time couldn't hurt. "Come on, I'll buy us both a drink.."